lazy magnet

reviews:
“this box set is well worth the financial sacrifice to any previous lazy magnet patrons. Three discs, get lost in a maize with no dead ends. This proves it possible to feel surprised by the fact that you’re still surprised. If you’re mind was bent by the Corleone LP, prepare for the eighth face of the hypercube. This set smashes previous releases and investigates each shard as its own form, refracting light in new directions. At times, it rides like a Demented DJ mixtape messterpiece, at times an anthology, and at other times… a saga.

“lazy magnet box set 2 is EPIC. should be cast in actual gold and shot into space, also buried at intervals around the earth.”
jake barendes

“LAZY MAGNET, aka Jeremy Harris, American born in Sèvres same (!!!), is a veritable musical chameleon eating. Nobody can predict what will come out in record or play in concert: the noise of the dance, folk, pop, music room, the hard core, drone, the cold wave of doom , the electro-acoustic, metal, punk, the trash, etc.. In his first real album “He Sought For That Magic By Which All The Glory And Mystic Chivalry Were Made To Shine – or – Is Music Even Good?” he mixes all those genres even. LAZY MAGNET deserves that invented a genre name, like SGF (without fixed type) … In a world more just and perfect LAZY MAGNET and his comrades as unsung Providence Work / Death, Noise Nomads or Geoff Mullen, play alongside their fellow Lightning Bolt in parks for outdoor concerts free to an audience of excited fans who know by heart their work.”
brian baxter

I have said that over the great Grimpen Mire there hung a dense, white fog. It was drifting slowly in our direction, and banked itself up like a wall on that side of us, low, but thick and well defined. The moon shone on it, and it looked like a great shimmering ice-field, with the heads of the distant tors as rocks borne upon its surface. Holmes’s face was turned towards it, and he muttered impatiently as he watched its sluggish drift.
‘It’s moving towards us, Watson.’
‘Is that serious?’
‘Very serious, indeed.’…
Every minute that white woolly plain which covered one half of the moor was drifting closer and closer to the house. Already the first thin wisps of it were curling across the golden square of the lighted window. The farther wall of the orchard was already invisible, and the trees were standing out of a swirl of white vapour. As we watched it the fog-wreaths came crawling round both corners of the house and rolled slowly into one dense bank, on which the upper floor and the roof floated like a strange ship upon a shadowy sea….
Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog.”
-Hound of the Baskervilles, Arthur Conan Doyle

“that night and every time that tape is played… we win again and again…”
-A foreign mothers father: revisionist desperate”, Jeremy Harris